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Findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, tho. Gotta scope them corners, shady spots – oh, it’s like when Naomi Watts goes all mysterious, ya know? “What’s your name, sugar?” I’d ask, nasal as hell, twirlin my blue hair. Prolly some chick in fishnets, smokin a cig, givin me that *Mulholland* stare – “This is the girl,” she’d say, all sultry. Ha! I’d be like, “Girl, you need a makeover, stat!”

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So, I’m standing there, waiting, and I notice this dude outside. He’s juggling—like, actual juggling. I’m thinking, “Is this a circus or a coffee shop?” Turns out, he’s just a guy trying to impress his date. Spoiler: she looked more confused than impressed. I chuckled, but then I felt bad. Like, dude, you do you, but maybe stick to one ball next time?

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